Lyrics:
Who the are you! get off me jOHN WAYNE!
Bcby let's get hcgh, John Wayne spin
Bcby let's get hcgh
So here I go! To the eye, of the storm!
Just to feel
threatened destruction
Or sell her by auction
Would Hobbs, John Hobbs
He's sell her by auction , would Hobbs
""Who'll buy a wife?"", said Hobbs, John Hobbs
it don't look like no trouble there
As they head for the bar in their lumpy suits
And I slip my hand between the thighs of John Finn's wife
And they
Sitting at my mom's dreaming
About paychecks with loot
My ex-girl's boobs
And how to smoke legal like Snoop… (oops)
I'm interrupted by the door knock
And he replies "I will not chase a black raven. Down here you must read and obey the omens. There`s disaster where the raven flies."
"Look here John
long, lost john.
Lost john standing by the railroad track
A-waitin' for the freight train to come back.
The freight train come back but never made a stop
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
Would be reading, "Dear John"
By the time you read this letter
I'll be feeling much better
So long, it means I'm gone
I wish I could see the look
it don't look like no trouble there
As they head for the bar in their lumpy suits
And I slip my hand between the thighs of John Finn's wife
And they
curly, hair
Now, look-a-there
Her brother don't 'llow me there
Now, look-a-there, a-honey
A-ooo-wee
Baby, way over there by the apple tree
I love, love
don't take no mastermind
To figure what she wrote
And she said
"Dear John, I'm moving on;
By this time I'm gonna be long gone.
Dear John, c'est la
conscientious, y'all don't wanna get sick
Oh shit, damn
My style is on fleek, my flow is a dog, now call me John Wick
Oh damn, shit
You look like a freak, my bars
(D-Nebraska)
Senator Gorton (R-Washington)
Senator Gore (D-Tennessee)
Tipper Gore
Reverend Jeff Ling
FZ
Spider Barbour voice
All-Night John Kilgore
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon' snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I'm Castro
Hit your
My niggas shoot like john john
And we never miss
My nigga caught him a body
So i pleade the fifft
Look
Its world war 3
Bodies dropping everywhere
all the rules by now
And the fire from the ice
Will you come with me, won't you come with me
Oh oh all I want to know, will you come with me
God
like a John Hughes Movie
I want you again
I thought I'd find it again
Is this the scene where you come back for me
The credits roll in
It fades in
Piece by piece, what it look like?
You know we run the city, bad bitches with me (with me)
Pull up in fifty foreigns, what it look like?
Hit your
can't just forget!
What do you want me to do exactly? I'm trying my hardest to keep our family together but all you do is reject me. We need to look after
Anyway, get Farquhar to pass into a local bar
And call to the bar to look after a dog for a dart
Just for twenty quid for a while, claiming that he hated
yeah John the Con
I'll con your dad and I'll con your mum
Wanna hustle like me, follow along
Here's a day in the life of John the Con
I wake up
Tell
boy
Minus the law diploma
Revered by his dad
who tried to give the squeeze
Look out
Look out for John Cleese
A thing I bet you didn't know
Couldn’t find a job
Not even a restroom to use
Talkin’ ‘bout that Jim Crow –
Jim Crow blues
Well, John wrote a book, “Black Like Me”
Mighta heard about it
to do
and what they want me to do is come through
and have a little fun
John Reuben a little bit lanky
a little six-foot-one
havin' a good time everytime
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